random, profound thoughts


When talking about love you'll hear people say, "My head and my heart are saying two different things."

Yesterday, as I was driving home from the gym, I realized I don't have a problem with my head and heart. Rather it's my mouth and my flabby butt.
Seriously.

Take the plate of simply divine chocolate chip cookies that are sitting on my kitchen counter this very moment.

If I listen to my mouth I hear, "Holy crap I want one of those cookies. And I deserve it! After washing all those dishes I am entitled to something."

But my untoned butt will argue back, "Are you kidding me? Remember all those painful squats you did this morning? Do you know how bad I hurt right now? Don't you dare touch those cookies! You're making me fat!"


So which do you choose?
Your mouth or your butt?


I'm proud to say, at that moment, I chose my mouth, but that was because my butt has lost three pounds in the last week - and I do not want an overly scrawny butt! What would David pinch as he walks by?